Tinie Tempah, Chip, Soulja Boy - Mayday lyrics

Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
January, February, March, April, May Day!
Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
January, February, March, April, May Day!

January, February, March, April, May Day!
I like my ‘Tron coffee
With some ma’fuckin’ Baileys
I’m never bangin’
(Ugh) , probably never bangin’ (yeah)
But shout out the nigga Bow Wow
And shout out the nigga Ray Jay
Mountin’ my Mercedes whiter than the KKK
Chauffeur don’t impress ‘em then I
Bet the f-ckin’ May may
I’m private so I put my girls
On separate planes to vac ay
And I promise I’m a land
‘em they ain't even Israeli
I don’t talk the talk I walk
Stars come out when I tour
WillIAm and Fergie bitch 2 Peas and a Pod
I got so many awards
I’m a mil’ short of the Forbes
That's a slight exaggeration but I’m
Never gon’ be poor bitch

Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
January, February, March, April, May Day!
Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
January, February, March, April, May Day!

Okay so Tinie wants me on Mayday
Everyday is my Payday
Talk shit and get punched up
My nigga's got David Haye ways
Peach Ciroc is what we taste
Drink until I can’t pee straight
And your girl wants to go on moffo?
That's what I call a pee take
I got 30 under my neck 25 on my wrist
Couple rabbit's got f-cked to make this
Fur coat that I’m in
Relocate to another town
Every year that's another house
Picture me when I’m 25
Lord help me, I’m 20 now
My attitude’s a little street
Girls move brain and still call me sweet
I don’t kiss, let alone tell
But there's enough famous girls
That I’ve beat
I’ve been doing this thing properly
Toast to the jewels and the property
Cold and you still ain't as hot as me
And I make Mohammad that's profit G

Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
January, February, March, April, May Day!
Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
January, February, March, April, May Day!

We in the club, it's going down

January, February, March, April, May Day!
Yes I hopped up out the bed and
You know that it’s a payday
Everywhere we go
We got the girls going crazy
Kush blunts in my ashtray
Ahh man that shit cray
Ahh man, hold up man, that G6 to vacate
I hit the block, Am I going straight
Pulled up with the Sunray
Soulja tell ‘em, I ain't what ya say
I pulled up like Santa’s sleigh
Money on deck everyday
Cashed up, I’m getting paid
Her ass fat like Jenna Shea
I’m tatted up like Lil Wayne
Later on we running train my alias and aka
My snap back is Obey
I’m on her hair like a toupee
Yeah everybody know me
You can match that? yeah ok!